Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

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Chapter 93

Asher

I was inside her and it felt amazing.

It was the best feeling in the world. Every time she lets me into her body, I still can’t believe how it makes me feel, because the pleasure seems to be new every time I do.

I even forgot why I came here.

I had gone up her her parents’ house, got into her window, being lucky enough the window was open, and I didn’t even know what I was doing there. Luca tried to talk me out of it, and I knew he wouldn’t let me come here, so I told him I’d just go home and sleep the anger off, but I couldn’t. I came here.

I stayed outside her house, just watching it, and in the end, I couldn’t take it, so I decided to climb in.

Maybe when her father’s not here, when her parents are not here, we could actually have a conversation because as we left the beach house yesterday, I thought she had understood me. I thought we were on the same page, only for me to go home and my disgusting, foolish asshole of a father to give me the news that I was no longer engaged to her.

I was so angry that I nearly came back last night, but then my father kind of forced me to stay there, putting bodyguards on my door. I had to agree with him that I was going to let it go. I just needed a few days to think about the marriage for father with the Russians, but actually, I was thinking It was enough time to see Ariella, and we could talk, and this whole thing could be out of the way.

I wasn’t even planning on fucking her. I just found her in the bathroom, and it just happened, and right now, as I look into her eyes, as I let her body adjust to me, I start getting hopeful. I think to myself that if she allowed this intimacy, then she loves me, she wants me. I’m sure there’s another explanation.

There had to be an explanation. We couldn’t end like this. I couldn’t let her leave me like this. But as I look into her eyes right now, I can see that she has not changed her mind. I can see it clear, firmly, something in her eyes tells me this means something different to her than it does to me.

And it makes me angry. It makes me so freaking angry.

And I want to hurt her.

But then-I love her.

life. If only Ariella knew how much I loved her. If only there was a way for her to look into my soul and my

She doesn’t know what I had to go through. She doesn’t know the sacrifices I had to make.

She doesn’t know what I had to do to have her. What I had to do just for my father to even agree to our marriage. For me to marry her, to be with her, and not that I’m downgrading her, but we tend to see our marriages as alliances, deals to bring us power, and control.

And the truth is… the Costa line brought no power to my father. Brought no profit to the Romanos.

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Chapter 93

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So he didn’t want to agree to it. So I gave myself to him.

I agreed to do whatever it took. I stopped arguing with him. I obeyed. I took his humiliation like it was nothing. I swallowed the bile every time he looked at me with disgust. I even vowed to hold in the hate I had for him, for being the reason my mother died inside, though it felt like I was betraying her with every breath.

But I knew there would come a day when I would have my revenge.

And for now, the only thing I wanted-the only thing I lived for…was her. Ariella. My girlfriend. My fiancée- to-be. My future wife.

That was what I told myself. That was what pushed me through it all. But as I looked down into her eyes, I knew, I had lost her.

And so I started wondering… Did I do something wrong? Where did I go wrong? Did I love her too much? Did I give her too much space?

What was it?

Who was it?

And this person she says she’s going to marry-this other person, how did he suddenly appear in the picture? One moment she’s mine, my fiancée, and then, just like that, she belongs to someone else? Magically replaced. Magically moved on. No fucking way.

Has this someone else always been in the picture? Has she been playing me all this time?

Did this woman I cherished, this woman I loved with everything in me, really take me for a fool?

I don’t know. Probably.

But I can’t have that. She can’t have that. If I can’t have her… no one else can. She can’t break me and then walk away to go be happy.

I will make her change her mind. I will fuck him out of her.

And this is what I decide, as I kiss her, hard enough to hurt and then I held myself still, content in the feeling of her tight walls squeezing my cock mercilessly. I was fucking ecstatic feeling the slickness around me.

My eyes roamed Ariella’s perfect features, and her blue eyes met mine, searching, wondering. I pulled out of her slowly, then pushed back in even slower.

I rocked my hips slowly, keeping my movements as controlled as possible. Her face twisted with pain and pleasure, and I angled my hips to increase the latter. She gasped, surprised. I kept up the slow rhythm.

She gasped again. Her eyes rose to mine, questioning and confused and scared. Scared of my consideration, of my gentleness. She hadn’t expected it from me, had accepted her fate. She had braced

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